Kept by Seduction

by Jaymie Holland

  “You are so lovely.” He reached around her and found the fastenings at her waist. He took his time, and in a slow, easy movement he released the bonds so her robe fell open, completely exposing her.

  In the cabin window he studied her reflection, the creaminess of her skin, the glitter of the nipple charms dangling from her breasts, the light catching the club charm at her navel. Her dark hair flowed around her shoulders in contrast to her fair skin and her folds glistened with moisture.

  Ty repressed a roar and the desire to thrust into his mate now. Instead he purred, a low rumble that rose up within his throat and reverberated throughout his being.

  “My woman,” he murmured as he pushed the robe slowly from her shoulders and arms. He paused partway down so her hands were bound behind her back and her breasts thrust forward.

  He lowered his mouth to her ear and felt her shiver when he whispered, “Do you enjoy being at my mercy?”

  “Yes, Majesty.” She flicked her tongue against her lower lip. “I love it when you take control of me.”

  He brought his hand to her throat and caressed the diamond and ebony collar. It glittered in the window’s reflection, the candlelight causing it to sparkle like sunlight on water. “You look so beautiful with my sign of ownership. Do you enjoy being owned by me?”

  “More than anything.” Her throat moved as she swallowed. “I am yours in every way.”

  His smile was so sensual that her knees nearly buckled. He pushed her robe the rest of the way down her arms and let it drop in a swirl of silk around her feet. He took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him.

  She tilted her head up to look into his eyes and saw the love and caring he felt for her. This was not about him owning her, it was about them owning each other, and she knew he felt the same way. But he also knew how much it turned her on when he controlled her, when he dominated her.

  It no longer amazed her that she was willing to give up all control to Ty. He was the only man she could ever have given herself to completely.

  She reached up and touched the gold earring glinting at his ear and slid her fingers over his stubble-roughened cheek to his lips. His hair fell long and loose about his massive shoulders and his muscles rippled as he brought his hands below her ribcage to span her small waist. She braced her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as he explored her body with his gaze and his hands.

  In the next moment he cupped her naked buttocks roughly and pressed himself against her. She felt his need, as well as the fine rein of control that kept him from releasing the beast that wanted to ravage her. A part of her wanted him to lose control, to take her hard and fast, but another part wanted this slow seduction.

  “Let me undress you.” She brought her hands between them and to the belt around his breeches.

  He rumbled, his expression fierce and filled with desire as she slowly unbuckled the club at his belt and unfastened his leather breeches. But instead of pulling out his erection, she knelt on the floor before him and unlaced one of his knee-high boots. After she unlaced the second boot he kicked them away, but she remained on her knees. She grasped his breeches and eased them down over his hips. She freed his cock, swollen with need and lust for her.

  “Hurry, woman,” he growled, but she heard the love in his voice.

  She didn’t hurry. Instead she took her time, running her tongue along the insides of his thighs and lightly biting the skin on his knees as she pushed his pants down to his feet. She didn’t have time to tease him any further because he stepped out of his breeches and caught a handful of her hair and tilted her head back to look at him.

  His eyes glowed with sensual fire. “Do you wish punishment, sweet wench?”

  She smiled and wrapped her small hand around his large erection. “Please,” she murmured before slipping her lips over the head of his erection.

  He gave another growl and clenched his hand tighter in her hair. She loved the way it felt when he controlled her movements, the feel of his skin over his rigid length, the taste of his come that leaked into her mouth as she sucked his cock. She loved the wiry blond curls at the base of his shaft, loved the smell of him, the way his very presence surrounded her.

  He stiffened and shouted, “Enough!” He dragged her up against his muscled body and kissed her senseless.

  “I must taste you,” he said in a deep rumble.

  Ty’s back was to the window, and as he kissed his way down her body she saw the brilliant aurora filling the night sky. His tongue flicked across one nipple to the valley of her breasts and to the other nipple as she watched the fall of glittering light outside the yacht’s window.

  He worked lower, flicking his tongue against her club charm before nipping at her mound. The small erotic bite caused her to gasp as more moisture flowed down her leg. Through heavy-lidded eyes she continued to watch the aurora’s light show and marveled at how it danced in tune with the sensations flowing throughout her body.

  In moments he reached her slit and ordered, “Widen your thighs.” She obeyed and he gripped her thighs with his large hands. He sucked her clit so hard her knees gave out and she had to grasp his shoulders to remain standing.

  Ty made a deep purring sound while he licked her folds. He thrust two fingers inside her core and continued to drive in and out of her while licking her clit.

  “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” she said in a choked whisper.

  “Do not climax,” he ordered as he looked up at her and continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her. Teasing lights glittered in his eyes and she did everything she could to hold back.

  With a soft laugh, Ty slipped his fingers from inside her and stood. He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the enormous bed.

  He laid her gently on the bed and stared down at her. Cherry blossoms felt soft beneath her, touching her shoulders, her back, her bottom, and releasing their sweet perfume.

  “Your love makes my life complete,” he murmured as he ran his finger down the bridge of her nose to the tip.

  She held her arms out to him. “Come to me, my king.”

  He smiled, that incredibly sexual smile that made her stomach curl and caused tingles between her thighs. With the grace of a tiger, he eased onto the bed beside her and brought her so they were face-to-face.

  Awai reached out and traced the club on his solid abs. “You are amazing,” she said. “I can’t believe this is all happening. That I have someone as special and perfect as you.”

  “I am far from perfect.” He caught her hand with his. “I do know that the most important, the most wondrous thing I have ever done in my life was find you.”

  He pushed her on her back and she widened her legs for her mate. Ty eased between her thighs and brought his cock to her core. In a quick thrust he buried his full hard length inside her.

  Awai gasped, her eyes wide as she looked up at Ty. She couldn’t get over how well they fit together.

  Ty took her hands and linked them with his. She kept her gaze focused on his as he slowly moved in and out of her in an easy rhythm. Candlelight illuminated his features, the fine cut of his mouth and the strong line of his jaw. His hair slipped over his shoulders and brushed against her chest with every thrust he made inside her channel.

  They kept their eyes locked and their hands linked as they drove one another higher and higher toward completion. Awai felt colors and light swirl within her, like the aurora outside the stateroom window. Her abdomen clenched and her heart pounded. She didn’t want to come until Ty did, and it took all her strength to hold back her climax.

  Ty gritted his teeth, his look fierce yet loving all at once. She sensed his body tightening as he drew near his own climax.

  “Come with me,” he ordered.

  Awai cried out as her orgasm burst within her. Shades of crimson and gold filled her vision, blending to pink, to orange, to green, then to blue and silver. A rainbow of sensation filled her body, her mind, and her soul.

  Ty roared, a mi
ghty bellow that seemed to shake the very structure around them. His roar could certainly be heard from one end of the yacht to the other, and from the lake to the village.

  While he still pulsed in her core, he rolled them onto their sides. Awai’s head was spinning, but the world gradually came into focus when her eyes settled on Ty’s handsome face. Sweat beaded his forehead, dripped down the side of his face. His chest rose and fell, his sweaty body rubbing against hers with every breath he took. The smell of his come and the scent of her juices mingled with the sweet perfume of cherry blossoms.

  Awai placed her hand on his chest, felt his heart beating beneath her fingers. “I can’t wait to spend every one of my days with you, Ty. I love you so much.”

  Ty stroked her hair out of her eyes and smiled. “I feel the same. You are my woman, my mate, my very life. My tigress, my darling Queen of Clubs.”

  EPILOGUE

  JOHN STEELE’S HEAD SWAM FROM THE SIX SHOTS OF VODKA he’d knocked back and his vision blurred. He stumbled over the threshold of his Los Angeles penthouse and glared at his wide-eyed bride of two months. The slut was only nineteen and had been a good fuck for a while, but he was sick and tired of her. He’d started slapping her around a couple of weeks ago, but she was due for a good beating to keep her in line.

  “John?” Monique had a pensive look on her face as she moved across the living room toward him. She still had a bruise on the side of her face where he’d slapped her two days ago. “What’s wrong?”

  The blue-eyed brunette looked too much like that whore Awai who had left him, and he’d had enough of Monique’s whining. It was time he taught her a real lesson.

  When she was close enough, he grabbed her by the collar of her silk blouse and dragged her toward him. “You little bitch.”

  Genuine fear flashed across her features and she tried to tear herself away. “Stop it.”

  John laughed and she yanked back hard enough that her blouse tore. She screamed as she tripped over a footstool, landing on her back. Her blouse gaped open, and he clutched a shred of the fabric in his fist.

  “Whore!” He bent and grabbed one of her wrists, and yanked her to her feet. She screamed again as he raised his fist, ready to slam it into her jaw.

  Blinding white light seared his vision.

  “What the fuck?” John turned toward the door. His fist was still raised and Monique still screamed and struggled to get away from him.

  Something long and black lashed out at him. It wrapped around his raised fist and jerked him hard, down onto the floor so he was on his hands and knees.

  Monique escaped John’s grasp just before he hit the floor. A black snakelike whip unwound from his wrist. He scrambled to his feet, terror causing blood to roar in his ears.

  The whip cracked again. This time it wrapped around his legs and yanked his feet out from under him.

  His back slammed against the floor and pain seared his spine. He screamed and fought the hold of the whip.

  And then a booted foot was on his chest.

  John’s gaze shot up to see Awai decked out in a leather catsuit, a whip curled in her hand, and she was staring down at him with a smirk.

  “You fucking bitch!” he shouted. He started to grab her ankle when the low rumble of a jungle beast caused him to freeze.

  Awai moved her foot as an enormous white-and-black striped tiger rose within John’s line of sight, and he was paralyzed with fear.

  His body trembled and he tried to scramble away but the tiger pinned him to the floor with one massive paw against his chest.

  “Still enjoy beating up women?” Awai asked in a deadly cold voice.

  “Get your fucking pet off me,” John said in a half-terrified, half-vicious tone.

  “I don’t think so.” Awai squatted down beside him and smiled. “You won’t be hurting any woman, ever again. Not ever, slave.”

  The tiger roared and John wet his pants, warm piss soaking his trousers. John screamed as the beast grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the blinding white light.

  Cheyenne writing as Jaymie Holland

  “Wonderland” Series

  Taken by Passion/King of Hearts

  Claimed by Pleasure: King of Spades

  Bound by Desire: King of Diamonds

  Kept by Seduction: King of Clubs

  “Tattoos and Leather” ménage Series

  Inked

  Branded

  Marked

  Stranded

  “Hearts in Chains” BDSM Series

  Wounded

  “The Auction” Series

  Sold

  Bought

  Claimed (with bonus novella Taken)

  “Taboo” Series

  Wicked Nights: three Erotic Tales

  Taboo Desires: three Tales of Lust and Passion

  Playing Rough: three Stories of Sensual Submission

  Also by Cheyenne McCray

  ~Romantic Suspense~

  “Lawmen” Series

  Hidden Prey 1.0

  No Mercy 2.0

  Slow Burn 2.5

  “Riding Tall” Series

  Branded For You

  Roping Your Heart

  Fencing You In

  Tying You Down

  Playing With You

  Crazy For You

  Hot For You

  Made For You

  Held By You

  Belong To You

  “Rough and Ready” Series

  Silk and Spurs

  Lace and Lassos

  Champagne and Chaps

  Satin and Saddles

  Roses and Rodeo

  Lingerie and Lariats

  Lipstick and Leather

  ~Paranormal~

  The Touch

  Dark Seduction

  Night’s Captive

  Future Knight

  Excerpt...Stranded

  By Jaymie Holland

  “Tattoos and Leather” series

  Erika gave a soft gasp as Dawson’s mouth met hers. He moved his mouth slowly over hers, his stubble scraping the soft skin about her mouth. His kiss was gentle and searching, so different than what she would have expected from him.

  Her head spun from the wine, from the kiss, from her wild attraction to this man. She breathed in his scent of leather and pine and it filled her, drew her into him.

  With a shuddering sigh she slid her palms up his biceps as she returned his kiss. She clenched the rock hard muscle as if it might keep her from sliding into a molten puddle at his feet.

  He slid his tongue into her mouth, searching, tasting. He brought her closer to him and she melted against him, her body seeming to meld with his. His cock was hard, insistent, and she ached between her thighs, wanting him, needing him.

  Just when she thought the kiss would never end, that they would stay there together forever, he parted his mouth from hers.

  He looked at her and smiled. “Now that was a kiss,” he murmured as he stroked hair from her face.

  She swallowed and managed to get out, “Not a good idea.”

  A smile tipped the corner of his mouth. “Oh, I think it’s a very good idea.”

  Somehow she found her strength and pushed herself back a couple of steps. He let his hands slide away from her.

  “I’d better get back to—to—” For the life of her she couldn’t remember what.

  He grinned. “The wine?”

  She ran her tongue along her lower lip, tasting him. “Yes.” She dodged around him and strode back down the hallway toward the living room. Before she left the hallway, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, hoping like hell that her mouth didn’t look red from Dawson’s stubble and her lips swollen from his kiss. And she hoped her desire for him wasn’t clear in her eyes.

  When she’d gathered her wits and composure the best she could, she walked into the living room. She was grateful to see that Holden wasn’t in the living room or kitchen. Maybe he’d gone into the master bedroom, wherever that was, to use his own bathroom. />
  She curled up on the couch again, this time clutching her glass because her hands were shaking from her encounter with Dawson.

  A few moments later, Holden returned and sat beside her again. He picked up the bottle and gestured to the empty glass she was holding. “More wine? There’s at least a glass left.”

  She felt silly for gripping an empty wine stem like a protective shield. She loosened her grasp on it and smiled. “I think I’ve had more than enough.”

  He corked the bottle and grabbed the empty Spanish wine bottle as he stood. “You and me both.”

  Dawson strode in from the hallway, a sexy smile on his lips. Erika’s body warmed as she remembered the kiss, reliving it in her thoughts. It was clear by the look in his eyes that he was, too.

  “Erika and I have had enough wine.” Holden was holding the two bottles. “Would you like to finish what’s left?” He raised the Australian wine bottle to Dawson.

  Dawson held out his glass. “Fill ’er up.”

  Needing to put some distance between herself and Dawson, Erika got up from her seat. “I’ll carry the glasses.”

  Holden nodded toward the TV. “Do you want to see if you can catch the weather report?”

  Dawson grabbed the remote off the end table near the chair he was now sitting in. “Will do.” He reclined in the seat with his wine glass and the remote, and in moments the TV was on and he was flipping through channels.

  Feeling some relief to be out of the same space as Dawson, Erika walked to the kitchen with Holden, where he set the wine bottles on the counter. The relief was short-lived, though, because the moment she handed the wine glasses to him, their fingers touched and her hormones went wild again.

  The intensity of his stare sent heat flushing through her. She wasn’t a lip biter, but she had the urge to bite her lip just for the pain to get herself refocused on staying away from the Kennedy cousins.

  She picked up the empty wine bottles. “Where’s your recycle?”

  He set the glasses on the countertop. “In the mudroom.”

  She grasped the wine bottles as he walked with her to the back of the kitchen and into the large mudroom with a door that joined it to the garage. The area had a washer and dryer, a big sink, cabinets, and a small shower. They’d walked through this room when they’d come in from the garage after leaving the restaurant.